On the windswept pavement The moonbeams tried to pierce the night As moaning filled the air In the basement of the salon It was night dark damp and dismal I entered the room pitch black It was full of naked women The haircut b**hiness of them Told me they were hair salon dropp outs Unable to show their true colours The dyed curly head wrong set Unable to show their faces They only could moan and grown I could not find the light switch Being a man I could not Feel my way around As I knelt on the ground Oh my God Someone is licking my face OMG it's my own dog In my own bed Oh heavens I have been riding On a night mare Horribus dyedidus hair rising action... Cut